Slaughterhouse Stories: The Abattoir Collection

She sits, staring at her entwined fingers, their ruby lacquered fingertips wriggled against each other in her lap. It's all that she can think about;

I've been here before. In another life and in another mindset, but I've been in this exact place before. Things change, they say. It can't last forever. Hell is full and it cuts like glass that the daemons are among us. Have I truly come to a point in my life where all my troubles could be bought away by the uttering of a name and the pulling of a trigger?

The voices. They came back with a vengeance, screaming at me day and night their horrible, beautiful plans, like a million hands tearing at my brain. When the shrill ringing of the telephone broke into my dream. I hoped that it was a dream. A handsome courier delivered an elegantly designed invitation, then a concrete pen full of rules and fragrant with the scent of human animals. People. Biological sacks of emotion and flesh. I couldn't help it.

Have you ever wondered what fear tastes like? Like afraid for your life because this time it might be the end of it kind of fear? If not, count yourself among the lucky ones. I don't know why I'm even trying. My call has gone unanswered.

Now, the desert sky is so still as I drive as fast as the engine will carry me away from everything that I've ever known. Because I loved you, this is how I punish myself.

The Abattoir Collection contains a gruesome assortment of erotic fiction, horror Hood as well as an excerpt from the upcoming novella The Beautiful Bones